21-07-2022, 10:45 AM
It is the long term effects that worry me. Especially among us older folk. I do not have that many brain cells left to afford to lose a chunk. Another couple of weeks and I can get my reboost organised, and maybe by then we will have access to those free fancy masks at the local pharmacy.
I grew up with my Mum working from home. She and her father started a lighting company before she married, and when I came along she would be home designing and making the new shades for the bases, before taking them and me, into the factory to teach her team how to put the new ones together. So I was surrounded by glorious fabrics and the smell of hot glue from an early age, no wonder it became a life long love. One of my best childhood memories was a set of wooden blocks my Dad brought home from the factory, they were the leftovers from the turned bases he was coming up with for the company. Mahogany, teak, walnut - the most beautiful timbers, all hand turned and polished to a shine, and some lovely curved pieces that made great bridges for our little cars to travel over.
At school I fell for knucklebones and became quite good at playing. Of course that sparked my Dad into more ideas and he came home with a set of brass ones for me, made again in the factory where the fittings were produced. But as you can imagine, they were a little harder on the knuckles than the lightweight aluminium set was, so became more ornament than useful.
Early influences, interesting the way they play out throughout our lives.
I grew up with my Mum working from home. She and her father started a lighting company before she married, and when I came along she would be home designing and making the new shades for the bases, before taking them and me, into the factory to teach her team how to put the new ones together. So I was surrounded by glorious fabrics and the smell of hot glue from an early age, no wonder it became a life long love. One of my best childhood memories was a set of wooden blocks my Dad brought home from the factory, they were the leftovers from the turned bases he was coming up with for the company. Mahogany, teak, walnut - the most beautiful timbers, all hand turned and polished to a shine, and some lovely curved pieces that made great bridges for our little cars to travel over.
At school I fell for knucklebones and became quite good at playing. Of course that sparked my Dad into more ideas and he came home with a set of brass ones for me, made again in the factory where the fittings were produced. But as you can imagine, they were a little harder on the knuckles than the lightweight aluminium set was, so became more ornament than useful.
Early influences, interesting the way they play out throughout our lives.